Got back in one piece. Only one minor incident and that was after the match. My client told me to push in at the front of the queue for the match train to Piccadilly station. I checked with a steward that it was the right queue and stood there. Two blokes (both mancs) then told me to get to the back of the queue. When I didn't move, one of them pushed me. I asked him to "Get your stinking hands off me, ****". Managed to get on the train OK
That was the easy bit. I did plenty of low key grimacing. Even my client thought we were the better team!
That was like a bad dream. I saw the move and I saw where Rooney was. It was like slow motion. I just knew the ****er was going to slot it